Hideaway (Devil's Night, #2)

by Penelope Douglas

Rain was like night. You could be different in the dark and under the clouds.

She’d fucked with me today. Now I was going to fuck with her.

Slow clap for him. That was vile, and I was actually impressed.

“Blood is the tie that binds. The knot in your soul that says no matter where you go or what you do, there’s someone in this godforsaken, shithole hell of a world you’re forever connected to.”

“The only ones who can hurt you are the ones you love.”

This was our life, after all, and we might trip over each other for a while yet, but we weren’t people who were okay with failing, either. We’d figure it out.